"What's going on?"
Monkey was a little stunned by this scene. He knew the situation of this sea green.
This is the bird that Mr. Zhao shot down when he first met the Outer Mongolian scouts about a month ago.
He also knew that Master Zhao would endure this thing for a while every day, and when he was almost done with it, he would start to tame him.
But this thing is so vicious that if any of their subordinates want to touch it, they will be pecked viciously by it. This made Monkey and the others just watch silently, wondering what use this thing could be used for.
This was the first time I saw Mr. Zhao release this falcon, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big sensation, as if this group of herdsmen were very rare about this thing.
"Haitongqing! The herdsmen here believe this very much. In the past, people on the grasslands could tame these eagles, but ordinary eagle tamers could not tame such eagles!
If Mr. Zhao can get this eagle and tame it, the herdsmen will be willing to die for you. "
Although Zhang He is a Han Chinese, he already knows the grassland well. Seeing this, he bowed his head to Zhao Ming with emotion and performed grassland etiquette.
Old Suntou, who also grew up in the grassland, also saluted respectfully, this time his attitude was even more serious than before.
Zhao Ming had some expectations for this scene, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big sensation.
Taming Hai Dongqing is indeed something he has been doing, but it was completed half a month ago. After all, he has gained a lot of skills by touching corpses.
This aspect has also reached a very high level, and it took half a month to tame this thing. But after all, I have never tried it myself before, so I have never let it fly, for fear that it will run away if I let it go.
Now it seems that the taming skills are quite reliable. The next step is to tame the tacit understanding ability of Hai Dongqing after departure.
A skilled eagle tamer has a high degree of tacit understanding with the tamed birds. Although they cannot share a field of vision, they can roughly know where the enemies are and the approximate number of enemies based on the information fed back by the birds.
It was equivalent to turning on a biological radar, so Zhao Ming naturally couldn't give up this method.
Feeling that Haidongqing seemed to want to continue flying in the sky, Zhao Ming simply let it swim outside and hunt on its own.
Recently, I also trained to communicate with Hai Dongqing through whistle, and I can make Hai Dongqing fly back by himself through the whistle.
After Hai Dongqing flew for a while, he gave it a try. Sure enough, Hai Dongqing came back as promised, which made Zhao Ming completely relieved.
But this scene was like looking at a god in the eyes of the herdsmen, and their worship of the leader Zhao Ming reached its peak.
"Mr. Zhao, I heard that you shot down this sea turtle? I can't believe it. I heard Zhang He say that your archery skills are at the level of a vulture shooter, but is it true?"
The one who spoke was Baoshan. Because of some leftover issues from the past, he had always been on the outskirts of Zhao Ming's small group. He didn't know that Zhao Ming was still training falcons in private. These were only found out after asking Zhang He just now.
"The Condor Shooter..."
Zhao Ming rubbed his chin. Not to mention, he had indeed been practicing archery recently, but because he was too busy, he hadn't practiced for several days.
He waved to Ah Fu in the distance, "Take out my Manchurian bow...um...the heaviest one!"
Ah Fu nodded and walked away quickly, and soon trotted over with a big bow on his shoulder.
This is the heaviest Manchu bow that Zhao Ming collected from the trophies, with a draw weight of 200 pounds!
There were not many war bows of this level in the army of the early Qing Dynasty. At that time, they were owned by a Waimengzuo-level general. That man could only pull half of them, but the power was already terrifying!
The common draw force of the riding bows used by herdsmen in the past was about 80 pounds. The power within 50 meters was far less than that of the bullets of the spear, especially beyond 50 meters.
A young man who can draw a 100-pound bow is considered a strong young man. If he can draw a 130-pound bow, he is already considered a very good warrior in the grasslands of these days.
150 pounds, this is a strength that 99% of people cannot achieve. If you want to shoot accurately and fully, the strength required is far beyond the basic threshold of 150 pounds.
As for 170 pounds, it is basically no longer what normal people can aspire to. Even if you practice hard, you may not be able to fully draw this kind of arrow and accurately shoot it.
Seeing Zhao Ming pick up this big bow casually, the discerning Zhang Hebaoshan understood that this big bow must require a lot of pulling force, and it is definitely not something ordinary people can pull.
Wanting to find a target, Zhao Ming looked around, and finally asked someone to take a cow out of the pen.
Anyway, I have to eat extra tonight, so I’ll give it up in advance.
After dragging the cow a hundred meters away and letting it move freely, Zhao Ming began to draw arrows and draw the bow, making a creaking sound little by little.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhao Ming without blinking.
After Ah Fu's advice, everyone also understood that this bow can generally weigh about 200 pounds. If it is fully drawn, it will weigh no less than 240 pounds.
Hearing this value, everyone thought of Master Zhao reaching the 60% level. As for the full bow, they couldn't think of it.
Who can pull 240 pounds?
In ancient times, wouldn't he be a top martial artist?
That's right, the record of the previous dynasty was created by Wu Zhuangyuan of Guangdong in the 60th year of Kangxi's reign. It was 180 kilograms, equivalent to 238 pounds.
The maximum draw record for a British longbow is 220 pounds.
In fact, this is not too rigorous. After all, it is just a record of testing the bow, and it does not count as accurately hitting the target.
However, at this moment, everyone saw that Mr. Zhao had rolled up his sleeves, the muscles in his arms were bulging, and the veins under his skin were squirming and bulging like worms.
A feeling of gushing blood emerged. Perhaps he had used too much strength, or perhaps the blood was boiling in his body, and gurgling heat was steaming on his arms, neck and head.
There was also a flash of blood in his eyes, which was a sign that his forehead and eyes were bloodshot.
With a loud roar, the bow string was pulled directly to 100% when it was at 80%, the waist and abdomen were suddenly lifted, the hind legs were stomped, and the arms were level with the shoulder flanks.
The two points of the arrow and the gaze formed a line. The experience gained from groping for the corpse many times made Zhao Ming's eyes consciously search for the target quickly and accurately.
In just one breath, the target was found.
At the moment when the target was found, everyone only heard the explosive sound of a bow string, accompanied by the ultimate sound of the arrow breaking through the air.
The sound was slightly harsh, bang!
Then suddenly there was a muffled sound in the distance, and the head of this adult Horqin bull, which weighed nearly a thousand kilograms, exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Immediately, his head seemed to be hit hard by something heavy, and his huge body flew out along with his head, and he fell heavily only half a meter away.
